Markus couldn't believe what he was staring at.
In fact, if he was perfectly honest, he was beginning to think that he was experiencing the android equivalent of being completely and utterly gobsmacked.
"So, Markus, can we join the march?"
He looked over to where Simon, Josh, and North were standing with the rest of the thousands of humans and androids--people--that had joined him on this march. North was caught between grinning with glee and being completely in shock.
Josh was frowning, and Simon?
Simon didn't really look fazed by it at all. Their eyes met, and Simon gave him a slight nod.
Markus wondered if Simon thought that it'd eventually happen.
"Markus?"
He turned his attention to the brunette. "Can we join?" she asked again, and for the slightest of moments he saw what looked like apprehension in those blue eyes.
He blinked, considered the choices and their consequences that spiraled away from him like dust in the wind, and came to one unshakable conclusion.
He smiled. "May I come aboard?"
The brunette's eyes sparkled, and she nodded. "I'll have to ask Milo though. What do you think?"
She let out a small chuckle. "Milo says he doesn't mind, though please be careful to not damage his paintwork."
Markus let out a small huff of amusement in turn. "Sure. Now, let's go face the music."
After all, he thought as he felt the seventy tonne behemoth shift beneath his feet, the US Army was not going to take the loss of one of their sapient M1A3 Abrams lightly.